Call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.

He hath filled me with bitterness, He hath made me drunken with wormwood.

It shall make thy belly bitter, but it shall be in thy mouth sweet as honey.

Knowest thou not that it will be bitterness in the latter end.

The heart knoweth his own bitterness.

Their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter.